A Daughter’s Envelope

It’s quite normal to think otherwise,

And wear a mask, pretend,

Be blind, be deaf, be mute, be broken.

Impediments come like drops of rain,

Yet nothing seemed to be staggering.

But knowing in every single way of precision

Torpor will come haunting you ahead.

At certain points of this existence,

It’s quite normal for this person to ask

Whether or not she is content.

Emotions you conceal to people

Trying to be happy, gay and nice

Just to please the demands of their souls.

But when the time of testing comes

You do not know whom to speak,

Whom to reach, whom to love.

A spineless mere mortal who does

Waste her time over useless things ahead.

Perfection does seem to agitate,

When you started your life so perfect since then.

But that was before; it’s hard to keep track.

When a boy came just in the nick of randomness

Finally!

Someone to speak with, someone to lean on.

When these people whom you pretend to,

Are almost seemingly drowning you

And burying you alive with thoughts and actions

Which were simply not yours.

Tyrannical they may seem,

But they are in authority as they might think.

They are the ones who took care when you were young

And now still takes charge of every decision

Giving you no spine, making you feel lesser

Lesser of a girl, more of a toddler

 Yet you are not anymore!

So he who came at the wrong time,

But mended the shattered pieces

Of her mind, heart and soul

Is finally told and forced to leave.

Just because he is not good enough they see

Religion? Riches? Looks? Dislikes?

She doesn’t give a dang.

What does he have to do in ruining

A life that was not perfect even before.

Friendship and companion is all she ever wanted!

Now when contentment, freedom and joy

Are slowly, carefully, unassumingly met,

Things start to be normal and be good.

This person is still finding a self where

She knows the things she can do,

And the things she cannot push through.

Anything goes, for this person who has

Not a single say at all.

This is the life that she makes,

Still striving to stand up and rise.

Those little joys she embraces,

Were not even permanent,

Maybe not even existing,

But are still within her reach.

As long as she continues to live

And enjoy the goodness of life there is

Dreaming a life full of bliss

Happiness and success

Without pretending, just behaving

For the parents who once tore her wings

Just because freedom won’t definitely

Do her any good for sure.

This girl finally realizes

They may seem wrong at the beginning

But are just right to be concerned

With the life their daughter makes

She must not stumble, not cry, nor even fall

On the toughness of this bumpy road.

Trying their best to lead her to a straight path

A path without worries, danger and discouragement

She is the little treasure they cherish

Manna and gold from the gates of heaven,

Who they wish to seal with security, hope, love

And a better life as she leaps the years to come.